"Madison for the last time, i don’t want to go with you," I told her. Even though Madison is my best friend friend, she can get annoying. She doesn’t whatever it is until she gets what she wants. "Spencer Carlin, you need to have some fun once in a while," she huffs.

Thats me, Spencer Carlin. I was born in Ohio, but moved to LA for school. I ended up meeting Madison on the first day and we have been roomates ever since.

"Thanks Maddy, but I just want to hit the sack," I lied. I really just didn’t want to go clubbing with her.

"Please, I’ll even buy you a round if you go. It would be fun," she pleaded. "Maybe you’ll find a man tonight."

Don’t bring up men, I thought. Thats all she ever thinks of, and to be honest I don’t see anything special about them. I guess I’m not attracted to them.

"Ok just this once," I give in so I don’t have to hear her talk about how I need to find a man and shit like that.

"Yay," she squealed in delight. "First Spencer you have to get out of the ugly ass sweats and put something hot on."

Finally I was dressed to go out. I had on a nice black tank top and my favorite skinny jeans.

"Boy do you look hot! Now let’s go party!" Madison said. We left my apartment and headed for the club. Once we got there, Madison was already trying to hook me up.

"Chica look at him, cause I know he’s looking at you," she whispered.

"Not know Maddy. I’m not ready for a relationship, you know what happen last time," I replied.

"Who says it has to be a relationship?" she asked.

"Maddy! I don’t sleep around like some people," I said anger rising.

"Spencer what the hell is wrong with you? You didn’t have to get mad," she glared at me.

"You know what? I’m going to go to the bar," I said.

"What will it be?" the bartender asked.

"Apple Martini," I replied.

"That will be…." he got cut off by a voice.

"I’ll pay for that Mac," a hand handed him a credit card.

I turned around and saw the most beatiful person ever. She had had brown hair with red and blonde highlights. Stunning brown eyes and the most perfectly tan skin ever imaginable.

"Who are you?" I asked taking in all her features.

She smiled and said," I think the better question is who are you?"